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Snow Hare and Night Wolf

'Shepherd, shepherd, come out, the wolves are closing in!' Snow stumbled over the contorted roots of a hundred years old tree that began to twist out of the soil. Scrapping her knees and palms, the smell of blood aroused the creeping figures in the mist to close in further. She got back on her feet, heavy boots splattered with mud snapping twigs and crushing dry leaves underneath in an uneven running pace. 

Galloping through the forest like a shooting star of white, long hair ruffled and tangled by pointy and thorny branches, Snow exited into a clearing, icy gray-blue eyes with pupils blown wide searching the small human-made settling in the middle of the clearing with terror and a glint of desperate hope for a sign of life. 

Banging with her tiny fits on the door, she called and called again for help. Her let out a desperate, last, hoarse cry rip away from her throat before shuddering in fear, accepting slowly the thought her death was drawing near as the muzzles of a dozen wolves profiled out of the mist followed by hungry golden eyes and barred teeth. 

She froze with the back to the wooden locked door and noticed how shaky her hands were when time itself seemed to stop dead in tracks as if an eternal night doomed her to a way too vivid nightmare.

A flash, more like a haunting shadow of a wilder creature, cut through the frozen in terror landscape splayed before Snow's eyes. A yelp of pain and the alarmed howl of the pack as the closest wolf got knocked off his paws and a tinge of blood invaded the air. The shadow yet again leaped at another wolf in the pack who seemed to have alerted the rest of it back while the first hit wolf was unsteadily trying to get back on it's feet and lollop away, baring teeth at the shadow figure. The pack retreated hissing, in the misty woods. 

Snow dropped to her already bleeding knees as her feet gave out beneath her, trembling like scrawny branches in the wind. The shadowy figure turned around and paced steadily towards her, slowing slightly as if not to scare her as it was in proximity. The moonlight found way for a moment, slashing with a silvery blade of light through the heavy menacing clouds that were brewing a storm. Silvery and black fur tinted in the night's deep blue hues; blue clear eyes glanced calmly, quite a bit shyly maybe, at her face scratched by branches and messed up white long hair. The wolf nuzzled softly at her hand and because she didn't draw her hand back, he licked the wounds in her palm. In return Snow threaded fingers through his fur which looked rough and spiked up from tension but softly fell back in place under her hand. He bend down and settled his head on her lap, the warmth melting slowly her terror coldness away. 

'Thank you...for saving me.' She was suddenly feeling sleepy, the warmth and sudden assurance getting to her. Between heavy eyelids and dulled senses she could distinguish a movement of sorts and the feeling of being carried, warmth of arms around her shoulders. But that wasn't possible, right? And yet wind gently carried her a silent answer of a musky and woody scent, alongside with something softer, sweeter, that made her feel safe just like the wolf earlier did. Squeaking even so faintly in her nearly asleep state made clear blue eyes turn to her from underneath dark locks so much like the cleared up sky hanging over the two of them. 

'You...are...?'

She caught the barest of smiles from the face looking upon her and barely heard his voice before falling asleep.